Capo: 2 Tuning:

Capo II |A |A |A |E |D |E |D |A |D E |A | She came

^Ato me, said she ^Eknew me said she'd ^Dknown me a long ^Etime And she ^Dspoke of being ^Ain love With every ^Dmountain she had ^Aclimbed

^AAnd she talked of trails she'd ^Ewalked up Far a-^Dbove the timber ^Eline From that ^Dnight on I knew I'd ^Awrite songs With Caro-^Dlina in the

|A |B |D |A |A |B |D |A | pines There’s a

^Anew moon on the ^Efourteenth First ^Dquarter the twenty-^Afirst And the f^Dull moon in the l^Aast week Brings a ^Dfullness to this e^Aarth

There’s no ^Aguesswork in the ^Eclockwork Of the w^Dorld’s heart or ^Amind There are ^Dnights I only ^Afeel right With Caro-^Dlina in the

|A |B |D |A | |B |D |A | pines When the

^Afrost shows on the ^Ewindow And the ^Dwood stove smokes and ^Eglows As the fi^Dre grows we will w^Aarm our souls Watching ^Drainbows in the ^Acoals

^AAnd we'll talk of trails we’ve ^Ewalked up Far a-^Dbove the timber ^Aline There are ^Dnights I only ^Afeel right With Caro-^Dlina in the pi^Anes

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Michael Martin Murphey - Carolina in the pines